Five shadows were living on the surface of the red ocean, their owners stared at the gate in front of them, its handles covered in red ice. The ice reflected a tragedy. A woman lay there motionless, hunched over three dolls, they had the same red hair as her.
Her blood dripped into the ocean one by one. Yet the liquid that belonged to the dolls, flowed past the open gates into the unknown.
The sight disturbed Zenyph. He hadn't seen anything like this before. The woman's last breath was frozen in time, her soul was carried away by the breeze.
A silent groan escaped his lips. He turned around, the faces of his companions mirrored his own, all stunned, horrified, and speechless.
Nori stared at the woman's corpse but her face showed no happiness. Saphirella and Pyrena had similar expressions. The death of triplets must hit them close to home.
